Grass from the valley, guava stick
At the riverbank, I stop to cross myself
Mae d'agua comes out a little
From this nest-bed of yours, which I have affection for
To do it, pine trees from Paraná
How good it is to have them like sand in the sea
Sleeves from the pitombeiras of the borborema
The emu moaned on the trunk of the jurema
Cacique lost but fought hard I saw
Jari is not god, but they think he is
What the end of love was, the plant was a mess
It gave us grass
Grass from the valley, guava stick
At the edge of the river, I stop to cross myself
Mae d'agua comes out a little
From this nest-bed of yours, which I have affection for
To do for you, pine trees of Paraná
It's good to have them like sand in the sea
Mangas do para pitombeiras da borborema
The emu moaned on the jurema's trunk
Cacique lost but fought as I saw
Jari is not god , but they think so
What ended did love lead to?

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